one month and counting, a record for me.

a pit patter of rain on the ground, by the lockers we stand, relatively alone I snatch a kiss. its quiet around, and you're warm.

Some are like water Some are like the heat, Some are melodies Some are the beat, Sooner or later they'll all be gone, Why don't they stay on?

So many adventures couldn't happened today, So many songs that we forgot to play, So many dreams swimming out in the blue, Let them come true

Let us be forever young.